“It’s another day, today, that is, they always seem to follow each other, the days that is“ Gun Roswell


So. Today started, unwinding along, as the clocks of the house ticked too strong. One hour, two hours, more. The clock never stops. Ticking, that is. 

It’s a constant, that of time moving forward, and even if one tries to push, really, really hard, it’s totally useless. The time, never stops.

So, today, is just another yesterday. A day among many. All of them moving along, quite steady.

As do I. Just observing, watching, glaring, ignoring. Those days in a row, passing by. What could be more fun? Sitting in my high tower, but never knowing the power, of spending a day to the fullest.

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